Death! On To Thee

Though thou be cast out upon tainted waters

seek not the wickedness of thy brother.

Know the innocents of the lamb laid before the altar

then cry not! less ye’ to will be slaughtered.

Will this weltering heart know of no loving dreams

then pluck the eye from the naked skull of a child unseen.

Hear the cries in the lost thoughts of our fathers before

then reap the anguish in darkness now closing it’s door.

What of these sicken minds from those lost wasting souls

speak not of cold hollows of our brethren hiding in the folds.

Couple the breast of the harlot! if it be thy last will

want not more! before your death be revealed.